Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.